Chapter 73
On the last night of the holiday, all trainees were notified to gather in front of the camp gate.
The third public selection group will officially begin tomorrow, and a new round of screening will begin again. The number of trainees gathered at the gate has been reduced from 100 at the beginning to only 35 now.
A bus drove towards the crowd. The staff member in charge looked at the confused contestants with a smile and announced that the program team was going to give everyone a surprise.
Everyone made sounds of anticipation and curiosity at the right time. The host passed the microphone around one by one, asking each trainee to guess where they were going. Halfway through, she unexpectedly found someone who looked very out of place. He had his head hung low and looked listless, as if he had suffered some injustice.
I was even more surprised when I saw who it was.
"What's wrong with Xiao Luo? Are you feeling unwell?"
Luo Jiayu didn't say anything, nor did he look up. He just shook his head, indicating that it was okay and he didn't need to worry about his life or death.
The camera was still recording everyone's reactions in front, so the fans on the barrage were even more surprised than the host sister.
What medicine did I take today? Why is Brother Sprayer so listless?
[This is the first time in a thousand years. I can't recall a single time when he didn't act like a conspicuous person.]
[Brother Sprayer, don’t lower your head, or your sunglasses will fall off; don’t cry, or your fans will laugh]
[It's so funny! Sister Que De may be late, but she will never be absent.]
[The more I look at him, the more I feel like he's really been crying. The corners of his eyes are a little red.]
[What's wrong, brother Sprayer, what has been wronged? Tell it out and make everyone happy.]
[Baby, don’t get bullied. Mom will feel bad.]
[With Sprayer Brother's fighting ability, would he be wronged by others? If he is wronged, it will be by the family member next to him.]
The family members standing nearby looked a little nervous. Chu Yu grabbed her childhood friend's wrist through his coat and explained awkwardly, her words coming out awkwardly.
"He, has a headache...a little bit, he'll be fine in a while."
"If you feel unwell, go to the infirmary to see a doctor." The host sister gave this instruction and then took the cameraman to find someone else to interview. Luo Jiayu still had his head lowered. He glanced and saw that the camera was no longer shooting them. He then slowly moved his fingers outwards, little by little, and then hooked the fingers of the person next to him.
Chu Yu flinched at the sudden rise in temperature on his fingertips and subconsciously tried to move away, but Luo Jiayu leaned weakly against his shoulder with his head down. He was worried and hurriedly supported him, fearing that his childhood friend would collapse. "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Luo Jiayu nodded and replied in a low, half-dead voice, "It's uncomfortable."
It sounds even more aggrieved.
Chu Yu had one hand held by someone, and the other hand was supporting the person's shoulder. He looked very guilty: "I'm sorry."
"fine."
"It's all my fault."
"Can you let me lean back and take a nap while we're in the car later?" Luo Jiayu's voice sounded even weaker, and his tone was soft. "My head hurts, and I feel dizzy."
"good."
A head resting on someone's shoulder silently raised the corner of its mouth in the invisible darkness.
Time went back to half an hour ago. Because of the private chat and sleeping in each other's arms a few days ago, their relationship had become much more relaxed. So when the two of them were lying idly on their beds in the dormitory, Luo Jiayu suggested playing "Draw and Guess", and Chu Yu agreed.
In the end, Luo Jiayu won three games in a row because the stick figures he drew were too abstract.
"I accept the bet and you have to treat me to dinner tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Luo Jiayu held up those ugly stick figures high up, as if showing off his victory medals.
Chu Yu, who was sitting on the other end of the bed, rolled his eyes, turned the white paper in his hand over, and began to draw stick figures in the style of his childhood friend.
Luo Jiayu held his chin and watched the person opposite him drawing for a while. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he asked curiously, "How much do I like you now?"
"Over 800." Chu Yu answered him without even looking up, "I just added two more points."
"Then I'm no different from the NPCs in those books." Luo Jiayu rested his chin on his other hand. "Who is the character on your list who has the second highest impression of you?"
"Let me take a look." Chu Yu's eyes went blank for two seconds, then returned to normal. "Jiang Chenglu, over eighty."
"I'm the best rider ever."
"Well, you're a master in the world."
"Can't you exchange other characters' favorability points for things?" Luo Jiayu said casually, his eyes still fixed on his childhood friend's pen-holding fingers. "Then my favorability points are very valuable, aren't they?"
Chu Yu paused in drawing the stick figure, as if his curiosity had been aroused.
In addition, he was defeated in the "You Draw, I Guess" arena because his painting skills were much better than his opponent's. He was already very unhappy, and after being reminded by Luo Jiayu, he was eager to try and see if his childhood friend's favorability could really be exchanged for things in the system mall like other NPCs.
The pen in his hand was still drawing blindly unconsciously, but he had already opened the mall in his mind and started looking for products. He picked and chose, and finally chose a high-end surprise blind box priced at twenty yuan.
Luo Jiayu was originally happily watching Chu Yu drawing, shaking his head from side to side like a dogtail grass. Just as he was about to show someone how Master Luo drew his stick figures, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He couldn't help but cover his heart, and curled up on the bed.
After Chu Yu redeemed Luo Jiayu's favorability points, before she could even open the blind box, she saw the person in front of her gasping in pain. She quickly stretched out her body to support the person and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"
Luo Jiayu was speechless. He didn't feel any pain in his body, but his heart felt empty, as if it had been pinched in someone's hand, crushed, and thrown away. When he came to his senses, the corners of his eyes were red.
Chu Yu was frightened, and anxiously touched left and right, and put his face close to Luo Jiayu's head, but the other buried his head in his arms and didn't look at him.
"Where does it hurt? Where does it hurt?"
"I suddenly feel so uncomfortable." Luo Jiayu felt like he had suffered a great injustice and was indescribably suffocated. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, but he still couldn't control his rapidly declining emotions. His whole spirit fell into an extremely bad state.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Mentally." To be more precise, it should be sadness. Negative emotions were about to engulf him like a tide, and soon manifested physically. Luo Jiayu's voice sounded even more painful, "My heart hurts a little too."
Chu Yu knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, and he regretted extremely that he had clicked the button to exchange favorability. He was the culprit who made the other person feel so uncomfortable.
Under such circumstances, Chu Yu saw that the column of his childhood friend in the favorability list was still stubbornly and struggling to recover bit by bit, and finally slowly returned to the favorability level before the 20 points were deducted.
Chu Yu felt even more guilty.
"I'm sorry." He explained incoherently to Luo Jiayu, who was so uncomfortable that he couldn't move, that he had just bought something out of curiosity by taking advantage of someone's favor, and then he opened the blind box packaging in a panic.
Chu Yu took out a small matcha cake and hurriedly placed it next to the person: "Here you go, this is for you. I'm giving it back to you. What else do you want?"
But the goodwill that was taken away could not be regained. When Luo Jiayu raised his head again, his eyes were wet and he felt that every breath he took was a pain in his heart. "Don't change it in the future. It makes me uncomfortable."
"No, never again." Chu Yu felt guilty. The other party didn't say anything and didn't eat the cake, which made him feel even more guilty. He felt someone was pulling his hand, so he could only silently increase the strength and pull tighter, trying to help his friend get through this pain.
This feeling of depression and loss was like a physiological one, erupting suddenly and violently, and only slowly receding after a while. During this time, Luo Jiayu leaned his head on the man's arms, and the man did not refuse. Instead, he put a hand on his heart and asked worriedly from time to time if he was feeling better.
In this situation, he was actually almost recovered, but he would not nod and tell the truth obediently.
Chu Yu saw that the other person's expression looked even more fragile, and his voice became very soft, trembling so much that it made his heart tremble: "It's still uncomfortable."
This made Chu Yu feel even more guilty.
It turns out that when you exchange favor for something, the person whose favor is exchanged will suffer so much.
Makabaka didn't know how to comfort him or apologize. He hesitated until he remembered how Luo Jiayu comforted him when he had a mental breakdown before. So he followed the same method and cupped his face, forehead to forehead, trying to comfort him helplessly:
"I was wrong. I'll treat you to dinner for the next week. Tell me if you feel better or worse."
Luo Jiayu agreed, then continued to hold him and closed his eyes, pretending to be weak.
During this time, the loudspeaker sounded once, notifying all the trainees to gather at the main gate. Chu Yu looked at the person in his arms worriedly, thinking that they might not be able to go given the current situation. Then he felt his sleeve being pulled. He blinked and asked, "Shall I help you to the gathering?"
Luo Jiayu nodded weakly.
So we loaded it onto the bus.
The two people sat at the back, farthest from the camera, but attracted the most barrage of comments.
In the front seat, Lu Yiyang and Xue Liu were playing and fighting, while Luo Jiayu leaned his head against the person next to him and pretended to sleep.
The bus passed the coastal highway on the way. Everyone admired the night sea view outside the window. Luo Jiayu leaned his head against the person next to him and pretended to sleep.
The hostess smiled and interacted with several active trainees. Luo Jiayu changed his posture and rested his head on the neck of the person next to him, so the camera could only capture the back of his head.
The bus gradually stopped, and it seemed that it had arrived at its destination. Chu Yu, who had been staring out the window, turned around and poked the hair of the person in her arms who was still pretending to sleep: "We're here, let's have hot pot."
In contrast to his calm tone, the entire bus was filled with exclamations of surprise.
Luo Jiayu opened his eyes, but he didn't look out the window or in front of him. The first thing he saw was the other person's face.
Then he sat up as if nothing had happened, turned to his childhood friend and gave him a bright smile: "I feel much better, let's go."
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